prettyrosesstory
Every morning, Chance and Imara board the same bus to college. They've never spoken, but they always notice each other - Chance with his headphones on, Imara gazing out the window. But with assigned seats based on ticket numbers, they've never sat together.
Day after day, they ride in silent familiarity-always near, yet never close enough. Chance memorizes the way Imara tucks her hair behind her ear, while Imara steals glimpses of Chance tapping his fingers to the rhythm of his music.
Then, one ordinary morning, Chance takes his ticket, walks to his assigned seat, and freezes. Imara is already there, staring back at him with the same surprised expression.
For the first time, fate has placed them side by side. And maybe, just maybe, this ride will be different.